We found these, really as huge as they seem in the picture. Mine plucked one for me and one for himself. We wished. Of course I will not tell you what I wished but besides blowing the seeds of a dead dandelion I am now putting out intense positive vibrations to make this wish a reality.
I was twelve when we moved up here. And from the time I was in braces in junior high until Craig drove me, a bride, deep down South, this canyon was a solace place. Climbing up her rocky curves formed a barrier between me and all else. In a world of take and need she only gives, except--my breath, she always takes.
Morning is the favorite time to run over her rocks and wade her waters. The dragon flies dart and tease obviously giddy from the Canyon's cool cool comfort of dawn. But, Evening (when these photos were taken) invites Warmth to stay just awhile making "hush" the sound of that hour.
This canyon, up the hill and down the street from my parents' place, is anything but inanimate to me. She moves me somehow. Makes my whole body come alive and then ache the day after? "I am happy and grateful that...." she always offers a little heart-healing and soul-soothing when I walk her halls.I can be one of those butterflies for the minutes I pass in this Canyon. I can be "perfectly pointless". No one needing me. Only there to